This is a song about "Being grateful"

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

I am grateful and blessed to be surviving today

I’m being sarcastic,

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Fuck being counterfeit

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Money ain't a thing

For going on being

Grateful to be near you

Swear i'm trying to get through

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Im tired of being slepted on

Just the fact of being there

They tryin to say that i don't care

My future now being burned

She wanted to fight at first